Eat me!
While you can certainly make fun of Indians for trying to evangelize vegetrianism, you cannot argue about their food which is excellent and all over Singapore.
We also had the pleasure (?) of trying out “Hainanese Steam Boat” (that’s from China, btw) — it’s basically a wok heated at your table filled with broth (it resembles fondue). Now, fondue is great so when some Chinese woman tried to lure us into this slightly seedy restaurant we let ourselves be dragged in. After all, lots of enthusiastic locals were sitting on plastic chairs devouring what seemed to be excellent food. Well, they just seem to have a different taste. We ordered a beef and a fish plate (sounds ok, doesn’t it?) and got some undefinable beef innards along with incredibly gross mussels, fishcake (it’s some kind of condensed fish that feels like foam when you chew it) and some very yummy liver. Oh, I forgot the stuff that felt like a sponge in your mouth and tasted like nothing (it was on the fish plate but God only knows what it was…).
It was such a great cultural experience. Whatever. As you might have guessed we left half the stuff untouched. All along people were looking at us as if we were from Mars — they didn’t seem to be very used to Westeners there. I was starting to feel bad about being such an intolerant Westener when some of the employees noticed the fact that we were not even touching their best stuff and started giggling unscrupulously (while standing right next to us!). In the end, we all had our laughs, the food wasn’t too expensive and it was quite the experience. Honestly, though, I am not going back.
